Inlove with my Gangster Teacher

Chapter 38: Chapati

Yankumi burst into the classroom, her energy overflowing as she greeted her students with a wide, beaming smile. "Minna, ohayou gozaimasu!" she called out, her voice full of cheer.

The classroom, already buzzing with noise, grew even louder as these notorious troublemakers turned their attention to her. A few of the boys attempted their usual routine, trying to intimidate her with tough glares and half-hearted threats. One even stood up, crossing his arms with a smirk as if daring her to react.

But Yankumi, as always, was completely unfazed. She casually waved them off, as if their attempts to scare her didn't even register. "Yeah, yeah, tough guys, I get it. Now, go sit down."

"Huhhhh??!"

Her bright and carefree attitude was almost comical in contrast to the students' grumbling defiance. They mumbled complaints under their breath, shooting her annoyed looks as they reluctantly shuffled to their seats, slouching in defeat.

Ishibashi Atsumi sighed loudly, dragging his feet as he headed to his desk. "Man, she's way too happy today," he muttered to his friend, who nodded in agreement. "What's with her?"

Hamaguchi Goki leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "I don't like it when she's like this. It's more weird and scarier."

But Yankumi just smiled wider, ignoring the complaints as if they didn't exist. "Alright, alright, enough mumbling! Let's get started, shall we?" she said, clapping her hands together, still radiating that same contagious energy.

As she started prepping for the day's lesson, her students couldn't help but notice her unusually cheerful mood. Normally, they expected her to be energetic, but today something seemed different—too energetic.

Oohira Kosuke, leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow. "Oi, Yankumi," he called out, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Why are you so happy today? What, did something good happen?"

"Yeah, what's with that big bag you're carrying? You going on a trip or something?" Matsukata Hiroshi piped up from the back.

The noise in the classroom picked up as the students, always eager for some gossip, began throwing more questions her way. Yamato's group, sitting together near the window, exchanged curious glances. Even they had noticed her unusually bubbly attitude, and it was making them curious too.

Kuraki Satoru leaned forward on his desk, eyeing the large bag she had slung over her shoulder. "Seriously, Yankumi, what's with the bag? You've been in such a good mood since you walked in."

Yankumi, still smiling brightly, paused in the middle of writing on the board. She glanced over at the bag beside her desk, realizing she hadn't even thought about how noticeable it was. "Oh, this?" she said, patting the bag. "It's just some stuff for later. Nothing to worry about!" She waved them off with a grin, trying to keep things vague.

Her evasive answer only made the students more intrigued. "C'mon, you can't just leave it like that!" one of them protested. "What's in the bag, Yankumi? Are you hiding something?"

Yankumi looked around at her eager students, their curious eyes locked on her, waiting for an answer. She sighed dramatically, unable to resist their persistence. "Alright, alright!" she said with a smile, walking over to her desk and placing the large bag on top of it. "Since you're all so interested, I guess I'll share."

The students leaned in, watching closely as Yankumi unzipped the bag. Their eyes widened in surprise when she revealed what was inside—dozens of flat, round pieces of bread stacked neatly. "This," Yankumi announced with a grin, "is Chapati! It's an East African flatbread."